0 comments/ 9072 views/ 1 favorites Sex Ch. 02 By: innocencejreicher Before Marie could grab whatever it was she wanted, we heard voices coming towards us, so at once, we darted behind a stack of suitcases and hid out. The baggage handler and another man stood not more than ten feet away from us. Over the loud rumbling of the train and wind whistling through out the car, Marie and I were able to hear what the two were talking about. The baggage porter, a young African man, no more than twenty three or so, reaches into his pants pocket and takes out a small plastic bag, filled with something green. Marie looks at me and whispers, "Hashish." And smiles. "We should buy some." I whispered. She shrugs her shoulders and leans back towards me. I run my right hand down her skirt front and enter her cunt with my middle finger. She turns her head to the left, closes her eyes and bits her bottom lip as I suck softly on her neck. Our blissful state was interrupted by loud grunt. We open our eyes to see the young Porter, leaning over holding his stomach and blood dripping onto the floor. The man stands over him and grins, the most evil grin I'd ever seen. He walks over to a sliding door and after opening it. He walks back over to the Porter and drags him by his uniform and kicks him off the train. Frozen, in horror, Marie and I stood holding our mouths, not so as much twitching. The man closes the door and walks over to a small blood stain on the wood floor and wipes at it with his foot and picks up the bag the Porter dropped. We both stood still for another ten minutes before moving and when we felt it was safe, we rushed to our seats, shaking nervously. Together, Marie and I have experienced more things than most people would in their entire life, but this, the taking of a human life, was something we wished we'd never seen. For the next, four hours, Marie, sat looking out the window, with tears running down her face, holding tight to my hand. When the conductor announced, we were an hour away from Marseilles, Marie looks at me and with fear in her voice asks, "What should we do?" "I don't know." I said Ahead of us, there were three men carrying on in a loud boisterous conversation, one of the men stands and stretches and lets out a loud grunt as he yawns. I look up and immediately, recognize him to be the man from the baggage car. I nudge Marie and nod towards the man. "That's him, Innocence. That's the man." "Look at his belt." I said. Clipped next to a silver buckle, was a badge, a Policeman's badge. Marie looks at me and shakes her head. "Who can we tell if he is the Police?" "Let's, just wait and see what happens." We came to the end of our trip and were greeted by Marie's step brother Manuel, in all his glory. Six foot two, dark completion, muscles, long curly hair blowing in the Mediterranean air. "Bonjour." He greets us. The excitement of seeing him, me for the first time in about eight years and Marie, in about six months, made us forget momentarily about the murder we'd witnessed. Walking to the car, the man on the train walks passes us. Marie didn't notice him, because she was basking in the arms of Manuel. Marie told me, that she and Manuel have been in a somewhat incestuous relationship. I say somewhat because technically, they weren't related. True they both viewed each other as brother and sister all their lives, but one day, sometime when Marie grew tits and became sexually active, they realized, if they did fuck it would cause no damage. I stared at the man from the train, trying to figure out who he was and what he was up to. I tapped Manuel on the shoulder and asked if he knew the man. Manuel looks over at the man smoking a cigarette and nods his head. "He is the chief of Police here. Why do you ask?" "Nothing. Nothing at all." Marie says as she looks at me holding up her right index finger, telling me to hush. Marie's family was not unlike mine. She had passive parents, interested in only themselves and material things and provided wealth, beyond the imagination to their family. Her family's estate was on a two hundred acre parcel, with rolling hill and cliffs that overlooked the tranquil Mediterranean. The sun had set and a few grounds people lit a handful of touches to light pathways around the estate. I sat at the edge of cliff a few hundred yards from the house looking out at the Yachts and Cruise ships that docked, whose lights dotted the sea like fireflies. It was about 98 degrees Fahrenheit and being on the French Riviera, I walked around the estate nude feeling the hot summer night's air caressing my young breast. Behind me, I hear laughter and turning to look, I see Marie and Manuel walking holding each other. I must admit, I was a bit jealous. Like Marie, I had a major crush on Manuel since the age of eight or nine and have always wanted to fuck him, but out of respect for Marie, I stayed my distance. I grabbed hold of a scarf and wrapped it around my bare body as they came closer. Marie, I could see by the moon light and torches, wore only a small knitted bikini bottom. She walks over to me and hugs me smiling. I kiss her on the check, feeling there is something wet. I wipe her face with my hand and lick my fingers, tasting the salty taste of sperm. She looks at me and grins, closing her eyes and biting her lip, giving the impression she liked the gesture. Although the both of us were 100 percent Bi, we drew the line at screwing the same man, unless that man agreed to us both. Marie leans over to me and kisses me, long and hard on the lips and whispers in my ear, "Its okay, he knows." She peeled the silk wrap, around my body and began sucking on my erect nipple. Taken away in the heat of passion, I close my eyes and loose myself to the lustful act. A few seconds later, I open my eyes and the image of the man that I have lusted after all these years, come into sharp focus. I grinned as he ran his right hand over his long, hard shaft, smiling at the sight of Marie and I making out. Marie was now sucking feverishly, on my tits. I watch as, Manuel took his hard cock with his hand and slowly, push it between, Marie's ass cheeks. He grabs her by the hips and pushes into her, probing her anal. She lets out a soft whimper as he slowly at first, rocks back and forth, tilting his head back letting out soft moans, while her soft cheeks, clasp together. I spread my legs wide, exposing my wet and willing cunt, ready for cock a finger, a tongue or whatever else, used to get me to cum. Marie moves to my neck, grabbing hold with her left hand, kissing me in all the spots she knew best. I feel her fingers, rubbing my labia and then without warning, I feel her hand slowly going deeper in me. I lean back and, resting my body on arms, thrusting my hips into the air, looking at Manuel, as he watched in amazement at his half sisters wrist dig into my pussy. He pulls from behind Marie and moves to my face, straddling me. I lick between his legs tasting sweat and sperm and remnants of my lover Marie. He lowers himself onto my face, grabbing my long blonde hair and pulling me deeper into his thighs and as I taste his hairy testicles, I feel a drip of sperm, oozing off his right hand, as he jerks his cock. Marie's thrusting in me with her fist, becomes harder and faster, as if she was repaying me for the torture, done to her earlier in the day. Her face becomes intense with every thrust. He thrusts more violent as the seconds past, her breathing more excited. I lean back onto the ground and grab hold of Manuel's cock and stick into my mouth. The warm mixture of cum and sweat fills my mouth and not wanting to loose any fluids, my lips seal around his shaft as I grab his ass, pulling his lower body into my face. He takes my hair, and pulls it tight with both hands, rocking my head back and forth. I feel Marie's hand leave my cunt briefly only to be followed by another force. I open my eyes and look between the hairy thighs that straddle my face at Marie. Her hands together like she was praying, but they were half way in my pussy. She looks up and smiles at me as she pushes in. I let out a scream that was stifled by cock, sperm and saliva, and as I try to turn my head, Manuel grabs me and shoves his cock back into my mouth, Marie's hands in me, probing my inner walls. I could feel her French manicured nails scratching my insides. It was pain, subsided by pleasure. My eyes lock onto Manuel's intense look, his thrusting in my mouth becomes more forceful. I prepare myself for another burst of sperm, by opening my mouth wide, feeling the saliva draining from my mouth, down my face. And then, hitting my tonsils, a small shot of sperm and as I lean back, turning my head to cough, I cut my eyes to look at Manuel draining his cock onto my face. Below me, Marie looks at the intense action and closes her eyes, violently thrusting her hands in me. I feel myself reaching a climax and I thrust my thighs into the air and as Marie, pulls out of me, I shoot fluids over her face. The intensity of the orgasm was the likes of something I had never felt. My hip stayed in the air as my body violently jerked and twisted as I climaxed. Marie pushes my legs apart and began to suck my cunt, like it was a last meal. Manuel strokes my head and squeezes my tits as he looks at his sister eat me out. His eyes locked with mine as he leaned over to kiss me, rubbing cum and spit around my face. Marie slowly licks me from the cunt, to my neck, kissing me on one side of my face as Manuel does the other. Their mouths and my lips, connect in a three way kiss, our breaths joined as we conclude one of the most perverted threesomes I'd ever had. The next morning I awoke to the warm sun on my body as I lay on the bed, feeling pain in vagina. I grunt as I turn my head to see the linen curtains, coving the balcony, blowing in and out. I can still feel cum on my face and in my cunt. Although I love sex, I cannot stand feeling physically unclean. I slide out the bed and walk over to the balcony looking at the beautiful coastline. I took a deep breath of fresh air, when I felt hands grab my thighs and something enter my ass. I turn to see Manuel smiling at me, rocking back and forth. His right arm, wraps around my chest, his hand grabbing and squeezing my tits. His left hand digs in my pussy, his knees, bent, his cock fucking my ass. He sucks on my neck hard and breaks only to say, "I'm about to cum." He pulls out of my ass, turns me around and pushes me to my knees. I grab hold of his cock and stick it in my mouth. His head rocks back as he gently runs his hand through my hair. He looks down at me. "Yes, that's it, you luscious blonde that's the way. Suck." He moans as he comes in my mouth. "Ahh. Open your mouth Innocence, suck me deep. Caress me with your tongue, back and forth, that's it." As I suck every drop from him as he holds my head in his hand looking at me. I try to move away, but he tightly keeps hold of me. "Again. Suck me till I come again." I kneel lower and grab his ankle with my right hand and with my left hand I rub his cock, teasing it with my tongue. A few minutes later, his sperm was on my face again. I stand up and grab a handful of his burly chest hair and look him in the eyes. "I need a shower." Sex Ch. 03 The hot water from above hitting our bodies did something, that made the sex better. I've had sex just about everywhere, but the best, in my mind, is the shower, whether it's with another woman, probing my pussy with tongue and fingers or a long hard cock, stretching my cunt. I'm beginning to think that Manuel has had just as much of a crush on me, than I've had on him all these years. With my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms tightly holding onto his neck, Manuel forces his cock in me, fucking me without letup. We had to be fucking for at least two hours, from the balcony, to the floor, to the shower, it had to be two hours from the time of the first cum shot till now. There is a lot that a woman can tell from the way a man fucks her. Like what his fantasies are, if he's a virgin and in the case of Manuel, if he watches too much porn. Although I didn't mind, every time Manuel climaxed, he'd shove me between his legs and drain his cock on my face. I got used to that, in the years since I've been fucking, I can count on one hand, how many times a man has cum in me. Plus at eighteen, I really didn't look forward to raising kids. You have to remember, this is way before, the wide use of condoms and since most of the time, I fucked women, birth control wasn't something that I took regularly, if at all. Manuel sucks on my neck and pushes in me, my body sliding up and down the wet walls of the marble shower, I could feel his thick, long cock deep in me and for the first time in the hours of fucking, I fell his body twitching as he forces himself against me. He kisses me in the mouth and closes his eyes as he cums. "Fuck." He says softly as I lower my legs, allowing him to finish. He steps back away from me and runs his hands through his hair. "I...I've never been with anyone like you." He says in between breaths. I could have gone another round with him, but I didn't think he could handle me again. We washed, groping and kissing each other, eventually leaving the wet sex chamber. I dried off and lay on a divan on the patio, bathing in the sun, when Marie walks out and straddles me, waking me from a nap. "You fucking slut." "What?" "I'm just fucking with you. Manuel told me how you fucked him all morning." She lifts up the white linen poncho she has on, reveling her naked bottom, as she grinds into me. "What's up for today?" I ask. "Shopping. I need a new bikini. She leans down locking lips with me, our tongues playing with each other as I run my hands down her back until reaching her ass, stopping to dig into her cunt, with my fingers. She spreads her legs, for my fingers to be free to probe, moaning between licks and kisses. She stops from kissing me and leans up. "What?" I ask. "That, man. The one that was thrown from the train." "What about him." "I know him, or knew him." "How?" "He's related to a guy that owns a pub around here. He's some kind of dealer in drugs." "So, why would a cop kill him?" "We can find out." Marie hops off me and gestures for me to follow her. "Come on." I think of some of the most bizarre things while having sex. I have one cock in my ass and one in my cunt, feeling the two meet in me with every thrust, being taken to an erotic level of satisfaction that can only come from being sandwiched between two horny men and the only thing I am thinking is, am I a slut or a whore. What's he difference? The man below me sucks my tits in sync with his pumps; I look down at his thick nappy dreads and close my eyes. Slut. If I were a whore, these men would be paying for this. I turn my head to see the other man's face twisted, like he was feeling pain, but I know how much pleasure my hole is giving him. He pulls out of my ass and grabs my hair, turning my head towards his cock, letting go of the grip he has on it with his left hand, spewing my face with cum. I could feel, cum dripping out my ass and down to my cunt, which I'm sure is running down the other mans cock. The other man pushes me off him and quickly straddles my face. I open my mouth and lean forward to sip his juices. "Ohh." He moans as my warm mouth covers his withering cock. He collapses next to and looks over, smiling. "You said you have some information for me." I look at the other man rubbing his cock staring at me. Percy nods for him to leave. Fucking men is a hobby. If I had to choice between cock or cunt, I'd always choice cunt. Fucking men, is purely fun and I don't waste any time when it comes to connecting with a nice hunk of meat. An overly sexual teen, like me during this time of my life, could get anything from a man. In this case, I wanted to know why; a young man was killed on the train. I rubbed his cock, getting it hard again and stuck in my ass as I straddled him. I spread my legs to show my cunt while I grinded on him. His eyes, locked onto my pink labia. He runs his hands up my thighs and with both thumbs, spread open my lips. "You like that? You like my pussy?" I leaned back and pushed my body into his cock and then whipped forward covering his face with my hair. "What did you have to tell me?" "It's about you bother." "What about him?" "I know who killed him." Percy looks at me. I push my ass harder on him. "Wh..." he closes his eyes and bits his bottom lip felling my ass clasp on his cock. I could feel his sperm filling me up and warm ooze shooting up in me and slowly leaking out felt wonderful. I wiggle on him, wanting every drop before I stand up and walk towards the bathroom. With every step, I could feel his cum seeping out of my ass and slowly making its way down my thigh. Before I could enter the bathroom, Percy grabs me and turns me towards him. "Who?" "The police chief." "How do you know?" "Me and Marie were fucking in the baggage car, when it happened." Percy plops down in a seat and stares out the window. I straddle him and hold his face in my hands. "What are you going to do?" He looks up at me and grabs my ass, pulling me closer to him. "You don't want to know." "I want to help." "What can you do to help?" "I'm a Woman, I fucking do anything." Sex Ch. 04 It took some, persuading on my part to get Percy to tell me about his brother and why he was killed by an officer. It turns out, that his young brother wasn't exactly his brother and Percy told me that, Percy wasn't his name, it was Oliver Grant and he worked for Europol. When he told me why he was there and who he and the organization were after, he swore me to secrecy, which I agreed upon, if I was let in on the operation. It was at this point that my life at that age, began to have some direction, who knew, certainly not I nor my parents, who when I told them that was recruited by the Police organization, laughed in disbelief. My youth, willingness and naiveté made me a prime candidate for going undercover, literally and figuratively. Because I witnessed the murder of an informant and knew what the person that did it looked like, and after being sworn in and signing my life away, I was told the entire story of a drug ring on the Rivera that was targeting the wealthy. Like most drug rings, this one had their hands in on the sex trade as well. There were reports of a women being trafficked around Europe and Marseilles was thought to have been the hub. Looking back, I honestly cannot believe that I agreed to this, but I wanted excitement and adventure, which lead to a lifelong career enforcement. The first target was the Captain, the murderer. He was fairly easy to get to, once I knew what he like. I was told that I just couldn't walk up to the man, but, that was told to me by men and of course walking up to a prime suspect in a drug ring wouldn't work for a man, but for a woman on the other hand, it was something different. One thing that I was taught by my licentious parents was how to seduce a man. Once I had my hooks in him, the information flowed. Marie and I went shopping for bikini tops and like most women in the area. Marie and I walked around topless, enjoying the summer sun on our chest and relishing in the gawks for the tourist following behind their families, pretending not to take notice of us. Marie had a family friend who owned a shop, not far from the beach and not far from where Captain Lock ate his daily lunch. Marie was all but too excited to assist in my sting and I had a whole crew of undercover agents looking after me. There was just something that stirred in me knowing that I was being watched when I fucked. When we found what we were looking for, Marie and I sat at a table just across from Lock. Marie physically looked much older than I, so I played the ole young and dumb route to get the attention of the man. From the time we sat down and ordered his eyes were on us like a hawk, examining our form and bare breast. I told my superiors that I would have some information for them by the end of the night, which they thought was impossible. After lunch, I cast the hook and caught the man, it was easy, all I had to do was strike up a conversation with him about his badge, which he wore with honor and the rest as they say was history. Lock asked me out to dinner that night at nice restaurant in one of the hotels. The dress was casual, but I didn't want to dress like a slut. I wanted to seduce him, slowly and gently, making him want me, until his desire bubbled over. An hour before our date, Marie and I fucked. I needed to work off my nerves and the best thing for me was good screw with the woman I loved. For thirty minutes, she and I were in a six nine, eating each other's pussies. Our moans caught the attention on Manuel, who joined us. I was on top of Marie, my thighs grinding in her face, my head deep in her crotch savoring every ounce of liquid seeping out of her. As I pump Maries face, Manuel fucks my ass, god I loved threesomes like this. Manuel pulls out of me as he cums, dripping on Maries face. I was hungry for cum. I love pussy and I love sucking it until that climatic point, but there is nothing like fresh cum from the source. I hopped out of the sixty nine and quickly jumped into a missionary position, kissing Marie licking the cum off of her face and sucking on Manuel's throbbing cock. Marie looks at my antics and smiles, grabbing my ass, pulling me into the crotch. Manuel rubs his cock a few times, draining the last bit, before falling on the other side of us on the bed at which Marie and I continue in our lustful kiss. "I have to get washed up." I say to her. As I stand from the bed, Marie holds on to my arm pulling back down and kissing my tit. "Marie, I have to go. I got to get washed up." Her sucking was amazing, fuck I thought, I didn't want to leave her, but I gave my word. "Come on take a shower with me." Marie ate my cunt to the point where my legs began to buckle. She'd never eaten me like that, ever. Lying on the floor of the wet shower, she propped my legs over her shoulders and ate not saying a word. The only thing I heard was the water hitting the marble and sucking and slurping from Marie. I came in her mouth and my body twitched as I arched my thighs in the air. "Fuck." I screamed. I tried to move away from her to give her a kiss, but she would not leave my pussy. I grabbed her hair and pulled her away, leaning forward to kiss her, tasting her sweet lips. "I love you." I said She looked back at me and brushed the hair from my face. "Be careful." "Are you worried about me?" "Yes. I don't want to lose you." I kissed her on the lips making my way to her small tits sucking on her erect nipples after I put her legs over my shoulders and with one hand held her head kissing her, while the other finger fucked her pussy. Sex Ch. 05 Dinner with the captain wasn't much. Me, pretending to listen to his stories, nodding my head and occasionally smiling at the weak jokes, but I didn't accept a date with him for the association, I needed to find information and the only way I could do that was if I got him back to his home, and the only way to get him to his place was, well you know. In the back of the cab, I immediately got him in the mood. The outfit I had on was a short tan Channel skirt with a matching jacket, nothing else. Throughout the night, I noticed his eyes looking down the V -- of the jacket, which was closed only by one button, by the time we were in the cab, my mouth was on the tip of his rock hard cock. His left hand, held tight my pulled back hair, while his right was up my skirt, fingering me in the pussy. His cock was average size, much smaller than Manuel's. Ten minutes of me giving him a blow job, he came in my mouth. He pushed my head deep into his thighs, and held me with both hands until he was empty. When he let go of me, I leaned back, hiked up my skirt, and began fucking myself looking at him with a smile. He breathing became erratic, like he was ready to jump on me and fuck me until there was no tomorrow. The cab driver smiled at the two of us through the rear mirror and announced he had arrived at the Captains home. The Captain paid the driver and pulled me out the cab and dragged me into his small apartment where by the time the door closed, he was undressed and waiting. I unzipped my skirt and unbuttoned the jacket and at once, he grabbed me and threw me on the bed, placed my legs over his shoulders and entered my ass. My tight hole and I guess the entire situation made him cum within a minute. Afterwards he dropped to the side of me on the bed and went to sleep. I couldn't believe that I had the opportunity so quick to take a look around his place, without him noticing. I was sure I would have to get him drunk to do so. The apartment wasn't large at all; it was more like a studio, one big room, with an adjoining kitchen and a bathroom to the side. Beside the bed was a night stand and before looking in it I thought, finding anything in there would be so clichéd and it was, a small black book, with the names and numbers of the people that I was told to ask about. "Wow. This detective work isn't that hard." I wrote the names down and walked out. A few hours later I was congratulated by some higher ups, but was asked to continue to stay under cover to gain more information. "No. Don't' do it. I don't want you to. It's too dangerous." Marie tells me. And she was right. Although I had a free spirit and open mind, I enjoyed life and as much as I enjoy sex, I really didn't desire to become a forced sex slave. What was I to do? I gave my word that I would help. "Your mother." Marie tells me. "Didn't you say your mother had a lover that was in the mafia here? Ask her to ask him to help you." Marcel, how could I have forgotten? I called my mother who gave me the number to Marcel, a local gangster who obsessed over my mother. He was the biggest fan of her porn, and when my father made some dumb financial decision, she became the mistress of the most powerful crime boss in southern France to get us out of the mess. If anyone knew about this drug and sex trafficking thing, it would be him. Marcel was more the happy to hear from me and was elated to see me after almost eight years. I went to a night club to meet up with him and talk. I knew I couldn't just approach him with my situation; I had to talk his language. Physically I am a spitting image of my mother, and Marcel loved my mother, everything about her. Her openness, sexuality, physical beauty, she drove him mad, even more so, because she would not leave her husband for him. I wore a tight see-through evening dress to meet up with him at his club, an underground casino on the outskirts of town. The room was filled with people placing bets on the roulette wheel, and card tables and to the back of the room, sitting surrounded by young women, was Marcel. "Hello Marcel." I said. The smoke rising from cigars and cigarettes, spots of light hitting my dress, that I could see from reflections had become sheer. He looks at me and smiles. "You look like your mother." He says standing leaving the girls behind. If looks could kill, the looks from the three dumb brunettes would have killed me. Marcel walks towards me and grabs me pulling me tight towards him. I could feel his bulging cock between his thighs. "I see you happy to see me." "Always happy to see, my favorite mistress daughter." "I need a favor." "Whatever it is, it will cost you." "Let me give you a down payment." I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock dropping to my knees and in full view of everyone there, began giving him a blow job. His hands grabbing hold of my long gold hair rocking my head back and forth. I grabbed his ass pushed my face into him, swallowing his cock and shook from left to right. I then pulled off of him and stood up wiping my mouth. "You didn't finish." He said. "I said that was a down payment." "What do you want?" "Information." "Not here. Let's go back to my place." "You going to buy me a drink first?" "I have drinks at my place." My mother was a whore, no simple way of saying it, and she raised me to be the same. She told me that, if I am a lady in public and a whore in the bed, men would give me anything. Marcel like whores in public and in the bed. As I rock back and forth on him, his cock deep in me his hands squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples, I felt myself coming. I began fucking him harder and faster wanting to climax and within a minute, I came, my body twitching in pleasure, as I grab a handful of his hairy chest. I collapse on top of him listening to his pounding heart. He strokes my hair caressing my back as the two of calm down. "It's been a while." I said. He grunts as he squeezes my rear. "Your mother said you like girls now." "And boys. I like dick in me, but I like the way a woman makes love to me." I roll off of him and lay on my back looking at the ceiling fan turn, cooling out sweat drenched bodies. Marcel turns to his side and runs his fingers around my chest. "You like my tits." "I remember when didn't have tits." "You think about that a lot?" "Every time I think of your mother, and that's a lot." "What do you think about?" "How Olivia placed you on me, how tight you were. How I loved seeing you suck my cock." "You still get off on that? That was a long time ago." "I've never taken the virginity of another girl." He leans over and sucks my right tit and then kisses me on the lips. "How many since?" I look at him and smile. "Don't tell me you don't know." He says. "Why?" "I just want to know how many followed me." "A hundred, maybe more. Like I said, I like cock." "Your mother taught you well." I look at him and grab his head. "Fuck me." Marcel gave up the names of the players involved. He was more than happy, because they were his completion and with them out of the way, he could expand. I returned to Maries, to be greeted by screams of pleasures echoing throughout the house. I know Maries screams, so I wondered whose this was. I showered and lay on the patio under the hot moon lit sky naked running my fingers in and out of my cunt thinking about Marcel, when Marie walks behind me and kisses me on the neck, running her hands down my chest. "How'd things go?" "Good." I turn and look at her, curiously, hearing screams in the background. "Whose fucking?" "My surprise." She says as she grabs my hand guiding me down the hall into the master suit. The noise got more defined the closer we got, until she opened the door and there on the bed, sandwiched between two men, was a girl that I have never seen. I move to the bottom of the bed and look at the two cocks fucking her in sync. Marie stands behind me kissing me on the neck and finger fucking my cunt. "Who is she?" I ask Marie. Marie bites me on the ear and whispers, "My protégé. I'm teaching her all that I know." "Where did you find her?" "She's my housekeeper's daughter." From the looks of her, I thought she was much younger than me and Marie. Her face was smooth and her body, tone and tight. She had long curly black hair that the man fucking her in the ass, pulled like the reins of horse. She had no chest, totally flat, that the man below her was sucking feverously on. The man fucking her ass, pulls out and grabs her hair, turns her head towards him and shoves his ten inch cock in her mouth, exploding in her. The man under her pushes her off him and straddles her head, fucking her young face until he cums. Afterward, they leave her, drenched in sweat and cum lying on the bed. "Innocence, meet Henrietta. Henrietta, meet Innocence." Marie says. Henrietta waves at me as she wipes her mouth and leans back on the bed. "Hi." Marie jumps on the bed rubs cum over Henrietta's flat chest and looks at me. "She's not even in a training bra yet." "How old are you?" I ask as Marie sucks on her tits. She looks at me and runs her fingers in her experienced looking pussy. "Old enough to know how to fuck a man."